Street Is Cold

Burnt and dry in crimson red and foggy smoke children of perdition littered in it Let every mother warn her child. The street is strict. Death has found their children. on a lonely roadside, wilting in rotten dirt Peace is in exile. a journey of havoc and chaos Wails is a daytime melody. a song sung by only the strong for the weak have no appetite for it He who knows the beginning knows not the end. He who sees the end remembers not the beginning. the street is frozen in silent scenes and broken dreams Leaking_Penn